昏暗的楼道,踩上去咯吱作响的楼梯板,牵着蛛丝、窄小的转弯口木栅小窗,一条条木板间有着裂缝的灰褐色楼板,木棍撑起的木板窗,磨得油亮的窗沿,雕花的木门,叮当晃荡的黄铜拉手。所有材料都是木头,表面没有一丝油漆,它的肤色随着年纪的增大渐渐灰暗,健硕的体格也如老去般萎缩,失去水分。.整座房子呼吐出来的气息带着一股陈旧的味道。 Dark corridor, stepped on the creaking staircase, holding the spider silk, narrow corner of the mouth of a small wooden window, a piece of wood between the cracked taupe floor, wooden prop up wooden window, polished oily The windows along the carved wooden doors, jingling brass handle. All materials are wood, the surface without a trace of paint, its color gradually dimmed with age, strong physique as old as atrophy, loss of moisture. The breath of the whole house with an old taste.